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The Old Strange

 As I attend track meets. The ones at home are where you see quite a few more parents than the 'away' track meets. 

Someone I knew and hadn't seen in months, leaned up against the fence said, 'Hi'. Then asked, "How are you?" . I replied in kind. "I'm great. And you?"

She said, "What a time period, huh? Actually, for you it's been... rough." She sighed. I hearing her gasp and head rattle a tad. I replied, "Nah. It's all usual." She looked a bit stunned at my response. I continued, "All this pandemic and war, it's usual to a point. And people come and go. It's not so bad. So, how are you?"

Then we chatted. She gave me something to do research on. We chatted about coachable kids. Then about her daughter ready to graduate from college. Together we cheered the tracksters on as I watched and hit my stopwatch for a couple kids, one I've been helping outside of school with his running.  

As we stood there I explained that these seemingly 'Strange Times', were just the Old Strange and we were due. As I explained how I reasoned so. I wondered what she thought of my logic. 

My logic, I'm certain is what frustrates many. I know it did my husband of over 36 years. I watch people freak out. I scratch my head trying to figure, 'What is their gut reaction to life.' I do live at times in my own Solar System as my husband had said over a decade ago.---Jody-Lynn Reicher 


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